Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
He released her pussy, stepping back, and she glanced behind her to see Scott carrying the butt plug. He held a tube of lubricant as well.
“I want you to keep on playing with her,” Scott said. “I don’t want any part of this to hurt.”
She expected Beau’s fingers to be between her thighs, but instead, he moved so his face was underneath her pussy and he could easily lick her. His tongue glided across her clit and she couldn’t help but grind herself down on his face, relishing his touch.
Scott slapped her ass, drawing her back up.
“Open her, Beau.”
Her ass was held open.
She felt something slick touch her anus and she gasped at the sudden pressure.
“It may sting. Get used to it and push out.”
Beau used his teeth to help distract her.
She ground herself onto his face, needing more of the pleasure he offered and gave, rubbing her clit, sucking on it, making her beg.
As Beau did this, Scott pushed the butt plug against her anus, working her open. It stretched her tight, causing just enough amount of pain and pleasure combined. She was so close to coming.
“Come for us,” Scott said.
She didn’t hold back. There was no way for her to. There was nothing left of her sanity. She really needed him and more.
As she cried out for more, the butt plug was pushed in deep and she didn’t care as her body was flush with arousal. While she rubbed her pussy against Beau’s face, Scott wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. His lips were on hers, swallowing her release.
It was hot, sexy, and it made her not want to stop.
But stop they did. Scott and Beau let her go.
Beau helped her to her feet. She shook a little and the butt plug was a little uncomfortable.
“So, how long do I have to keep this in?”
“For a short time. Don’t worry, we’ll be fucking you very, very soon. I don’t think I could wait too long,” Scott said.
He pulled her close and Beau did the same, holding her.
This was where she felt most safe and protected, between her two men. This was her idea of perfect. She allowed herself to bask in their closeness for a few short seconds, just breathing them in, loving them, and not wanting them to go.
They were her world, and she loved them more than anything.
Wait.
Her men pulled away before they felt her tense up.
“I’m going to go and prepare dinner. If you’d like to wash up, I’ll see you downstairs.”
She nodded her head but didn’t say a word. There were no words to be said.
Love.
No, it couldn’t be love.
It couldn’t be, right?
But she did.
She loved her men, and now, she knew she was doomed. She didn’t have feelings for just one man, but for two. She loved them and she feared losing them more than anything.
After moving to the bathroom, she stared into the mirror and shook her head. “What have you gotten yourself into?”
Chapter Eight
Scott pushed the butt plug into her ass for the next couple of days. They fucked her, taking turns with her pussy and mouth, neither of them using a condom. He kept a calendar where he marked her period times, and the potential for her most fertile times.
He rubbed at his temple as his door was burst open. Looking up, he saw Beau with a wildness in his eyes.
“Have you heard?”
“Have I heard what?”
Beau threw down a paper bag with the scent of fries filling the air.
He already had his own packed lunch and he reached for it, figuring this was his friend’s idea of a lunch date. Peeling open a banana, he waited as Beau collapsed.
“I was standing in the diner minding my own business when I heard the gossip.”
“Someone actually gossiped with you?”
“No, that’s the thing, I was the gossip.”
Scott paused. “Connie?”
“Hell yeah. I came here first but I wanted … fuck, the shit they’re saying. They’re calling Connie a whore. Saying she’s using both of us. I hope she hasn’t heard anything.”
“I haven’t gotten a call from her but if they’re already openly saying stuff like that, then it’s only a matter of time.”
“I don’t even know who said it. It was Melissa and all of her little clique, you know them.”
Scott nodded.
“I told them they needed to mind their own business and they didn’t have a clue what they were talking about. That if they needed to know what an actual whore was like they should look in the mirror.”
Melissa was known for sleeping around and didn’t care if the men were married or not. Of course, no one could actually prove it as there was always some kind of magical proof for it.
“I can’t fucking stand Melissa. She’s a two-faced liar and you know if she knows…”
“The whole town knows.”